When I am lucky, certain encounters with nature yield images and emotions that I long to revisit. My eye may be arrested by something as modest as the world of glittering detritus in the crack of a sidewalk, or as fleeting as the gestures of water romping down a fall. The desire to possess in another form the mystery, beauty, and power of what I have experienced urges me forward.
Painting is a way of knowing. It is both filter and raw, new experience. Coaxing a painting into existence proves to be as compelling and mysterious in its own way as the encounter that triggered it.